Page 111 of Mafia Mistress

That was an evasion if I’d ever heard one, and it didn’t reassure me in the least. I wanted to be alone so I could contemplate an escape plan. “Get out.”

He stared down at me, his blue gaze inscrutable and hard. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and I was too mad to care.

Before I could tell him to get out again, he grabbed my wrist and began bringing me toward the door. I dug in my heels. “What are you doing? Let me go. I’m not going anywhere with you!” Silent, he picked me up and began carrying me. “Fausto, goddamn it. Put me down.”

I continued to struggle all the way into his wing. When we arrived in his bedroom, he finally placed me on the floor, but he didn’t let go of my hand. Instead, he dragged me to the wardrobe where he kept his sex toys. Was he planning on spanking me? Worse, gagging me? I tried to pull free.

“Stop,” he said, his voice tight with fury. “I am not going to hurt you.”

“I don’t care. And whatever you are getting out of that drawer is a waste of time because I won’t have sex with you.”

He lifted a pair of handcuffs. Before I could tell him to go fuck himself, he had the bracelet secured around my wrist. I hid my other hand behind my back. But I needn’t have bothered. The other bracelet went around his own wrist and clicked into place.

The asshole handcuffed us together.

“You will stay here in my room from now on. I’ll have your things moved tomorrow.”

I gaped at him. “Have you gone insane? I am not staying here, handcuffed to you. I want to go back to my own room.”

“Absolutely not. Now, do you want to get ready for bed or shall I do it for you?”

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Fausto

I woke up first.

Francesca slept next to me, her luscious body pressed tight to my side. Even angry, she wanted to be close to me.

I hadn’t lied—I was not unhappy about this child. I’d always wanted more children, but Lucia and I never had time before she was killed. Then I never found the right mantenuta to trust with raising a child. But I trusted Francesca. As furious as she was now, I had seen her with Lamborghini and the other animals. She had a gentle heart. She would make an excellent mother.

My cock thickened just thinking about her round belly and swollen breasts. Stretch marks from my child increasing inside her. I could not wait to dote on her hand and foot. Zia would be thrilled, as well. My aunt loved babies.

Clearly, my stubborn piccola monella would not go easily into this situation. She would fight this, keep demanding to go back to Toronto. I had to convince her to stay—for her sake and the baby’s. I would not have my unborn child upset by discord between its parents. It wasn’t healthy.

Lucia and I had been separated while she was pregnant with Giulio. She had moved to the other wing, and we never had regular sex again. Instead I had found a mantenutaand left my wife alone, as it seemed she preferred.

I didn’t want that for this pregnancy.

Besides, I wasn’t certain I was capable of leaving Francesca alone. I needed to have her close, watch all these changes and be present for my child’s birth. I needed to fuck her and make her come, ensure she was happy and healthy for the entire nine months.

I would treat her like a queen.

She had no idea of the financial gain she’d receive for giving me a healthy child. Many women had begged me to fuck them without a condom over the years and I always resisted. I never risked a baby with a casual fuck.

I wasn’t sure why I’d been so careless with Francesca. Fucking her raw had been a risk, one I well knew, but I hadn’t been thinking straight when it came to her pussy. Probably because Francesca was more than a casual fuck to me. I cared for her. In fact, I was perfectly happy to keep her here at the castello for the rest of her life.

Not that she was ready to hear as much.

I slid my hand over her flat stomach, resting it where my child was growing. Cazzo, I liked that. She would be so beautiful, full of life. Full of my baby.

After I had handcuffed us together last night, I cut off her shirt and bra, so she was deliciously naked against me right now, warm and soft from sleep. I knew the best way to keep my girl happy was to give her orgasms. Francesca liked sex as much as I did, and she craved the dirty and dark. Just as I did.

My fingers trailed between her legs, parting her folds to stroke her sex. She was already wet for me. Lust twisted in my belly, so I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to remain gentle. I found her clit and stroked it lightly, loving the feel of her slick heat. Her breath quickened and I could sense her coming more fully awake.

I continued to pet her until her hips rocked slightly, seeking. Pulling her leg over mine, I spread her wider, giving me better access. Her arm came up to wind around my head. I had unlocked the handcuffs last night after she fell asleep, so I now had full use of both hands to pleasure her.

Remaining silent, I kissed her throat and pinched her clit. She gasped at the pain then moaned at the resulting pleasure after I let go. Then I slid two fingers inside her, and her walls sucked me in greedily. Yes, I needed that so badly, her tight cunt gripping my cock and milking my come from me.

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